Twisted Fate (Vegas Vicious #1) by Becca Kane EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Becca Kane
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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Alina
A hand catches my arm—strong, commanding, a searing
touch. The kind of hand you don’t pull away from if you
know what’s good for you. Long, strong fingers. Neat,
trimmed nails. The tattoos on the hand—a fearsome skull
on the back, the ace of clubs between the thumb and
forefinger, a small cross at the base of the fourth finger—
are a stark contrast to the diamond-studded Patek Philippe
watch peeking out from beneath the cuff of an expensive
black jacket.
“Who are you?” The voice is low, sexy, intimate
somehow even here in the crowded casino amidst the hoots
and shouts and ringing of slot machines. There’s a reason
for that ringing. It makes people think that someone just
won, and if someone won then they can too. So they feed
their money into the machine again and again and again,
desperate for the win that never comes.
“I’m nobody,” I reply, keeping my eyes on the carpet
beneath my feet—gold carpet with dark red flowers—
willing the guy to walk away. I don’t look around for Enzo; I
hope he’s still doing whatever he’s been doing for the past
half hour while he left me here waiting. This is not the
moment I want him to arrive with his hair-trigger temper.
“Nobody? I find that hard to believe. Tell me your
name.” The stranger’s words are a command. One I have
no intention of following.
“Nobody,” I say again, but then make the mistake of
raising my gaze. His eyes are as black and cold as a
demon’s, but set into the face of an angel chiseled from
marble. Thick, dark hair. A straight slash of brows. Threeday scruff that’s artfully maintained. For what feels like a
small eternity, I’m trapped, locked in that dark gaze.
Bad boys are my kryptonite, so in different
circumstances, I would do exactly as he commands and tell
him my name—Alina Madsen—along with my number, my
address, and any other pertinent information he might
want. I am tempted, so tempted.
But I know exactly what Enzo’s reaction will be if he
finds me talking to a man, any man, especially one who
looks like this. Fists first, questions later.
How did I not realize that sooner?
I met Enzo a couple of months ago, soon after I arrived
in Vegas. He was charming, handsome, and had very deep
pockets full of wads of cash that he liked to spend on taking
me out to nice places. I foolishly hadn’t questioned where
any of that cash came from. Let’s call it a hard lesson
learned.
After overhearing snippets of a few business calls, I
realized he unofficially worked for the Ivanov family. The
Russos and the Ivanovs—two powerful crime families,
constantly at war with each other for absolute control over
this city. It felt like a world—or, underworld, really—that
only existed in the movies—The Godfather or The Sopranos.
Not exactly on my everyday radar.
Funny thing about hard lessons, they often come in
pairs. The first time Enzo lost his temper with me because
some guy was looking at me and he thought I was looking
back, he yelled. Then apologized. And I accepted.
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